Wassailing song

 

Verse 1

We'll sail and we'll sail all over the town
Our toast it is white and our beer it is brown,
Our bowl it is made of the maples tree
So here my bold fellows I'll drink to thee.

Verse 2

He that do fill our bowl with the best
I hope in heaven hi soul will rest,
And he that do fill our bowl with the small
Down fall butter, bowl and all.

Verse 3

Master and missus if you are 'ithin
Pray send us out some of your merry, merry men
That we may drink our wassailing bowl before out heads do wake
And our jolly wassail,
Hey and joy come unto our jolly wassail.

Verse 4

Master and missus a-sitting by the fire
Come pity we poor ploughboys that travel in the mire,
That we may drink our wassailing bowl before out heads do wake
And our jolly wassail,
Hey and joy come unto our jolly wassail.

Verse 5

Master and missus if you are awake
Pray send out some of your pies or your cakes,
That we may drink our wassailing bowl before out heads do wake
And our jolly wassail,
Hey and joy come unto our jolly wassail.

Verse 6

If there are any young maids within as I should suppose there should be some
They'd never let such stout young men stand here at the door all on the cold stones,

Verse 7

They'd troll to the door and slip back a pin,
"Come sail you merry Wassailers in,"
Let's sail us all in and see how you do,
We be merry boys all and thank you too.

Verse 7

So here's to Spark and to his long horn,
Pray send your master a good crop of corn,
Of corn and hay that ever you see,
With my wassailing bowl I'll drink to thee.

Verse 8

So here's to Whitefoot and to his long ear,
Pray God send your master a merry New Year,
As merry New Year as ever you see,
With my wassailing bowl I'll drink to thee.